YOUR LONELY WALKS

Don't hold my hand
For I shall impede you to move or walk away.
Don't keep me in your lips
For I shall be the shard that cuts and makes them bleed.
Don't keep me in your eyes
For I shall be the grain of sand that irritates.
Don't keep me between your thighs
For I shall be the fire that burns to cinders.
Don't keep me in your heart
For I shall be the stone that weighs it down.
Keep me in your unconsciousness
For I shall be the soothing rain or the gentle sunshine
In your lonely walks.